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#piktember2023#pikmin#month long art challenge#art challenge#month long#December#winter#drawing#art#artists on tumblr
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Fattytober Day 1: Something New
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58305134/
the premise of the prompt list I saw said to focus on ONE character. Over the course of the month. Steadily growing fatter. I've never done that before. I've always liked weight gain sequences, I love the idea of a character getting fatter over time, but it's not something I've ever really tried to produce myself. But well, here we are. The first episode's definitely a bit meta, and I talk about this very subject within. The main character, and the one who'll be getting fatter over the course of the month, is Ace! Beloved Ace, our system's resident femboy. there's definitely gonna be gender stuff down the line, but for now, I've rambled enough. This one isn't even a full 1k words, and I'm aiming for around 2 pages each, which should end up with, logically, 31k and 62 pages, which uh, is a lot! but not when you do it one day at a time i guess? we'll see. Maybe I'll write a novel in November while I'm at it :U Day 1: Something New
âSo youâve never done that sort of long form content before?â A blue avian sat in a comfortable office, opposite a slender fox. Their words clearly stirred up some level of agitation in their conversational partner.Â
âDonât call it content! But no, weâve never really experimented with it. You know, rapid gains, quick feedback, Swelling out of your clothes, that sort of thing is where the moneyâs at. Having a character gain slowly over an extended course of time is something thatâs better left to a time skip if you ask me. Besides, what would we even write about? There would need to be a narrative, I canât imagine the mind numbing minutia of slowly fattening a character and just describing them a few pounds fatter each time. I mean really, more pronounced changes-â âIâm gonna cut you off there.â The bird sighed, shaking their head and tapping their taloned fingers against the clipboard they were working with. âI can understand your misgivings. Like youâve said, weâve never done long form Narrative Arcs-â They made air quotes and rolled their eyes as they said it. âBut the whole point is to try something new, get out of your comfort zone. You know. Itâs no different from saying âI could make a pollockâ when youâve never even touched a canvas before. You hate that sentiment, so why shy away from the challenge.
The silver furred fox glowered at the comparison, huffing as they shifted in their seat. âThatâs not a fair comparison. I never said I could write that sort of stuff.â
âBut you wonât know until you try.â Red was smirking as they trotted the phrase out.
âYou know Iâve been seeing a lot of discourse about the âdo it scaredâ mantra-â As Ace tried to derail the subject, Red interrupted by withdrawing a small pistol and shooting the silver fox right in his chest.Â
Silence hung in the room as Aceâs eyes trembled, startled by the loud BANG that rang out. First they looked down at their chest, no pain, but maybe that was just shock? They raised their paw and touched the spot that had been hit, but found no blood or anything. âWhat the, FUCK! Not funny, what the hell Red?â As Ace shot up from their seat, the blue bird just laughed it off.
âI know what youâd been thinking. âLong form weight gain stories where the character simply eats a lot of lives a sedentary life style is antithetical to my political views about how weight gain and excersize are political entities, blah blah blah. Nobodyâs coming here for that! But I know your silly shield of ethics would prevent you from working this angle, so I came up with a fun solution that I know youâll love.â
Ace immediately began to feel around under their hoodie, knowing a dart or something was surely sticking into them right now. âS-So what, you just shoot me with a weight gain gun and I get fat? Thatâs hardly a long form arc!â An electric sensation began to spread through Aceâs body, ears twitching and tail swishing in anticipation for the waves of euphoria that were likely to follow.Â
âOh youâd like that wouldnât you? Familiar territory and all. Well, no such luck, foxy boy. You are right, I did shoot you with a weight gain dart. A long form, slowly acting, weight gain dart. Itâll run its course in a month. Exactly 31 days actually.â
The anticipation Ace had built up⌠well at first it felt like it vanished, but instead it lingered, in a most horrifying way. The adrenaline rush of oncoming expansion died down, but instead they focused on their body and found no immediate stimuli to react to. Ace wasnât above admitting they liked to be fattened up, but it had always been a rather bombastic affair⌠And being caught was always the fun part, the moment you slip up and your predator has their way with you, despite your best efforts.Â
Being shot point blank in the middle of a conversation did feel a bit like a cop out to the thrill seeking fox, but at the same time, they saw the framework of a mental battlefield laid out before them. âI bet you think youâre so clever for that one.â
âHey, you could have come up with something else. Like a fresh splash of paint on a prospective imitation of a pollock, I quite literally fired the first shot to motivate you. Youâre free to retaliate, use whatever of Cecilâs magic or your mask or any other silly trick up your sleeve, you could even try and beat me at my own game and fatten yourself up by an arbitrarily large amount, but that dart would still be in your system delivering slow burn narrative tension.
The point is, weâre trying something new here. I look forward to seeing 31 days of progress from you~ Sessionâs over, youâre free to do whatever, fight your fate, embrace it, concoct a multi stage epic trying to reverse the effects, maybe that one would be the best bet, youâll probably end up pretty massive~ But thatâs time, good luck~!â Red waved their feathery hands, beady red eyes flicking towards the door. âDonât let it hit you on that big âol ass on the way out!â
Ace, still standing from the little outburst earlier, slumped forward and began to leave. âWell⌠I do like some attention⌠SOME!â As they made their way out, they rubbed a wary paw over the seat of their pants⌠was it getting bigger already, or was he just imagining it?
#fattytober#weight gain#slow gains#slow burn#month long#fox#pheonix#in case anyone wondering Red is not a bluebird#she's a pheonix#non binary#Ace uses he/they (unless he's going full fem mode#maybe that will come up!)#Red uses She/They
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look at the little crows feet i added on sammy today. </3
#i'm not ready for gen 1 to be over!!!!!#like i love adelia and sammy :(#it will be time soon though!!#for me i mean#not you#my queue is literally over a#month long#there's a few things i need to wrap up storytelling wise before i end it though#:)))
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đ§ĄMONTH LONG DONOTHON STARTS TODAYđ
The Donothon with @punny0verlord starts today!
From July 1st-31st weâll be streaming everyday!
Funds go to my friend to help them recover from a financial crisis
Lots of art raffles and even 2 raffles for merch and a Chibi Live2D Model!
Cinnaâs Twitch Link: Twitch Link: Twitch.tv/thecinnaroll
Rosaâs Twitch Link:Â https://www.twitch.tv/lord_shibi
#vtuber#envtuber#vtuber uprising#indie vtuber#funny#cinnamon roll#twitch#twitch streamer#livestreaming#vtuber clips#live on twitch#twitch stuff#twitch streams#streamers#live streaming#stream#streaming#live stream#livestream#live#small channel#small streamer#virtual streamer#virtual youtuber#donothon#month#month long#raffle#raffles#art raffle
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
#i have to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night to even barely function#with sleep#getting ready for work#commute#cooking#and errands#I typically have maybe 2-3 hours to actually do what i want in a day#and I'm usually too tired to actually do the things i want to do#and that's with a very short commute#if i actually had a long commute I'd basically do nothing but work#i see my friends like once every few weeks or months#because we're all so fucking busy with work and have such little time for socialising#and none of us even have kids or anything!!
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did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back
#fascinating stuff. letâs see if i (person with the worst executive dysfunction when it comes to doing laundry) remember it#i literally have this issue where iâll let dirty clothes pile up in the laundry basket for an entire month#like it takes me that long to get around to it#and then- who wouldâve thought- i find that i donât have anything good to wear. strange!#finally did it last night and iâm like ohhh that was so difficult but the payoff finally#augh#peach rambles#hall of fame i guess#shut up about socks. idc.#this was a fun positivity post of sorts itâs about overcoming executive dysfunction#derailing into jokes about losing socks is. itâs not horrible but just boring and annoying#it was supposed to be celebration!! and encouragement!!!
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You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".
Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.
#there is not a third option. it is either trump OR biden#and one of those will be much MUCH worse for palestine#i'm really really sorry that these are the options. i wish they weren't.#but WHAT third option are you trying to take here? what on earth is your proposed outcome#that will actually make things better for palestine?#because letting trump win the election is NOT going to help them#i'm sorry but you need to set aside your feelings and take the option that will lead to less harm to palestine in the long run#you talk such a big game about how people need to be willing to make sacrifices to help palestine#but you yourself aren't even willing to hold your nose and vote to stop things from getting worse?#or did you think 'sacrifice' only meant not getting mcdonalds for a few months?#us politics
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Move To A Darker Place
This is a story of Man Vs. Machine.
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Last March, my father attempted to file his Taxes.
My beloved father is a Boomer. Unlike most Boomers, my father is rather handy with technology because he was one of the people that had a not-insignificant hand in Developing a hell of a lot of it. He was studying Computer Science at Cal Poly before the computer science degree existed. I have many fond childhood memories of skipping through the aisles of various electronic and computer part warehouses while Dad described something that either terrified the staff or made them worship him as a God. He taught himself how to use his smartphone. Internationally.
So when he saw the option to file digitally with the IRS through the âID.meâ program, he leapt at the chance to celebrate the Federal Government finally entering the Digital Age.
It was all going swimmingly for about six hours, until he was ready to file and the system told him that it needed to verify his identity.Â
âVery Well.â said my father, a man unafraid of talking to himself and getting something out of the conversation. âIt wouldnât do for me to get someone elseâs return.â
The System told him that it needed him to take a âDigital Image IDâ.
a.k.a: A Selfie.
âA-ha!â Dad beams. Dad is very good at taking selfies. He immediately pulled out his phone, snapped one, and tried to upload it.
Please log into your Id.me Account and use the provided app to submit your Digital Image ID. The System clarified.
âOh. You should have said so.â Dad pouted, but used his phone to log onto the ID.me account, do the six security verification steps and double-checked that the filing looked the same as it did on the desktop, gave the IRS like nine permissions on his phone, and held up the camera to take his Federal Privacy Invasion Selfie.
Please align your face to the indicated grid. Said The System, pulling up a futuristic green-web-of-polygons approximation.
âOoh, very Star Trek. Gene Roddenberry would HATE this!â Dad said cheerfully, aligning his face to the grid. My father is a bit⌠cavalier, when it comes to matters of personal information and federal government, because heâs been on FBI watchlists since the late 60âs when he was protesting The Vietnam War and Ronald Regan before heâd broken containment. Alas.
Anyway, there is very little information the federal government does not have on him already, but heâs as good at stalking the FBI as they are at stalking him, and had worked out a solution:Â He has something approaching a friendship with the local Federal Agent (Some guy named âLarryâ. Allegedly), and got Larry hooked on Alternative Histories and Dadâs collection of carefully-researched âthere is very likely buried treasure hereâ stories, and Larry is loath to bother his favorite Historical Fanfiction author too much.
But I digress.
After thinking for a minute, The System came back with an Error Message. Please remove glasses or other facial obstructions.
And here is where the real trouble began.
See, my father wears glasses that do substantially warp the appearance of his face, because he is so nearsighted that he is legally blind without them. His natural focal point is about 4 inches in front of his nose. While Dad can still take a selfie because he (approximately) knows where his phone is if itâs in his hand, he cannot see the alignment grid.
He should ask someone to take it for him! I hear the audience say. Yes, that would be the sane and reasonable thing to do, but Dad was attempting to do taxes at his residence in Fort Collins, while his immediate family was respectively in Denver, Texas and Canada. He tried calling our neighbors, who turned out to be in Uganda.
He looked down at the dog, Arwen, and her little criminal paws that can open doorknobs, but not operate cell phones.
She looked back at him, and farted.
âWell, Iâll give it a try, but if it gives me too much trouble, Iâll call Larry, and Larry can call the IRS about it.â Dad told her.Â
She continued to watch him. Arwen is an Australian Kelpie (a type of cattle-herding dog), going on 14 years old, deaf as a post and suffering from canine dementia now, but she still retains her natural instinct to Micromanage. She was also trained as a therapy dog, and even if she canât hear my dad, still recognizes the body language of a man setting himself up for catastrophe.
So, squinting in the late afternoon light next to the back door, Dad attempted to line his face up with a grid he could only sort-of see, and took A Federal Selfie.
The System thought about it for a few moments.
Image Capture Failed: Insufficient Contrast. The System replied. Please move to a darker place.
â...Huh.â Dad frowned. âAlright.â
He moved to the middle of his office, away from the back door, lit only by the house lighting and indirect sunlight, and tried again.
Image Capture Failed. Please move to a darker place.
âWhat?â Dad asked the universe in general.
âWhuff.â Arwen warned him against sunk costs.
Dad ignored her and went into the bathroom, the natural habitat of the selfie. Surely, only being lit by a light fixture that hadnât been changed since Dad was attempting to warn everyone about Regan would be suitably insufficient lighting for The System. It took some negotiating, because that bathroom is âStanding Room Onlyâ not âStanding And Holding Your Arms Out In Front Of You Roomâ. He ended up taking the selfie in the shower stall.
As The System mulled over the latest attempt, Arwen shuffled over and kicked open the door to watch.
Image Capture Failed. Please Move to a Darker Place.
âDo you mean Spiritually?â Dad demanded.
âWhuff.â Arwen cautioned him again.
Determined to succeed, or at least get a different error message that may give him more information, Dad entered The Downstairs Guest Room. It is the darkest room in the house, as it is in the basement, and only has one legally-mandated-fire-escape window, which has blinds. Dad drew those blinds, turned off the lights and tried AGAIN.
Image Capture Failed. Please Move To A Darker Place.
âDO YOU WANT ME TO PHOTOGRAPH MYSELF INSIDE OF A CAVE??â Dad howled.Â
âWHUFF!â Arwen reprimanded him from under the pull-out bed in the room. Itâs where she attempts to herd everyone when itâs thundering outside, so the space is called her âSafety Caveâ.
Dad frowned at the large blurry shape that was The Safety Cave.
âWhy not?â he asked, the prelude to many a Terrible Plan. With no small amount of spiteful and manic glee, Dad got down onto the floor, and army-crawled under the bed with Arwen to try One Last Time. Now in near-total darkness, he rolled on his side to be able to stretch his arms out, Arwen slobber-panting in his ear, and waited for the vague green blob of the Facial grid to appear.
This time, when he tapped the button, the flash cctivated.
âGOD DAMN IT!â Dad shouted, dropping the phone and rubbing his eyes and cursing to alleviate the pain of accidentally flash-banging himself. Arwen shuffled away from him under the bed, huffing sarcastically at him.
Image Capture Failed. Please move to a darker place.
âMOTHERFU- hang on.â Dad squinted. The System sounded strange. Distant and slightly muffled.
Dad squinted really hard, and saw the movement of Arwen crawling out from under the bed along the phoneâs last known trajectory.
âARWEN!â Dad shouted, awkwardly reverse-army crawling out from under the bed, using it to get to his feet and searching for his glasses, which had fallen out of his pocket under the bed, so by the time he was sighted again, Arwen had had ample time to remove The Offending Device.
He found her out in the middle of the back yard, the satisfied look of a Job Well Done on her face. She did not have the phone.Â
âArwen.â Dad glared. Itâs a very good glare. Dad was a teacher for many years and used it to keep his class in order with sheer telepathically induced embarrassment, and his father once glared a peach tree into fecundity. Â
Arwen regarded him with the casual interest a hurricane might regard a sailboat tumbling out of its wake. She is a force of nature unto herself and not about to be intimidated by a half-blind house ape. She also has cataracts and might not be able to make out the glare.
âI GIVE UP!â Dad shouted, throwing his hands in the air and returning to the office to write to the IRS that their selfie software sucks ass. Pleased that she had gotten her desired result, Arwen followed him in.
To Dadâs immense surprise, the computer cheerfully informed him that his Federally Secure Selfie had been accepted, and that they had received and were now processing his return!
âWhat the FUCK?â Dad glared. âOh well. If Iâve screwed it up, Larry can call me.â
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I bring this up because recently, Dad received an interesting piece of mail.
It was a letter from the IRS, addressed to him, a nerve-wracking thing to recessive at the best of times. Instead of a complaint about Dadâs Selfie Skills, it was a letter congratulating him on using the new ID.me System. It thanked him for his help and expressed hopes he would use it again next year, and included the selfie that The System had finally decided to accept.
âYou know, my dad used to complain about automation.â Dad sighed, staring at the image. âIncidentals my boy! My secretary saves the state of California millions of dollars a year catching small errors before they become massive ones! Heâd say. Fought the human resources board about her pay every year. I used to think he was overestimating how bad machines were and underestimating human error, but you know? He was right.â
He handed me the image.
My father was, technically, in the image. A significant amount of the bottom right corner is taken up by the top of his forehead and silver hair. Most of the image, the part with the facial-recognition markers on it, was composed of Arwenâs Alarmed and Disgusted Doggy face.
âOh no!â I cackled. âCrap, does this mean you have to call the IRS and tell them youâre not a dog?â
âProbably.â Dad sighed. âI know who Iâm gonna bother first though.â he said, taking out his phone (Dad did find his phone a few hours after Arwen absconded with it when mom called and the early spinach started ringing).Â
âHey Larry!â Dad announced to the local federal agent. âYouâre never gonna believe this. My dog filed my taxes!â
Larry considered this for a moment. âIs this the dog that stole my sandwich? Out of my locked car?â he asked suspiciously.
âThe very same.â Dad grinned.
âHm. Clever Girl.â Federal Agent Larry sighed. âI figured it was only a matter of time before she got into tax fraud.â
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#Family Lore#Dogs#arwen#Arwen the Crime Dog#Taxes#Ronald Regan mention (derogatory)#long post under the cut#this one is funny this time#I could really use some extra tip money this month
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MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule
#acesan#one piece#portgas d ace#sanji#monkey d luffy#comic#ive been meaning to make this comic for like a year Btw. and it got stunted for 6 months cuz I couldn't get past a part that was like#Slightly too ooc for my liking without fuckin up the whole thing even tho its already stupid as is ANYWAY. SOLVED IT OBVIOUSLY so yaaay#i spent so long on it and it still had mistakes. but gues what I Fucking Ball#also initially posting this on twitter was such a headache because the alt text limit is so Small so i was like ok Fuck My Life i guess#anyway. blow s a kiss to the crowd. Enjoy my insanity
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False halo
#original art#digital art#illustration#plants#witchy vibes#fairy circle#fae#nature#purple#green#shoes#shadow#this took way too long to complete and was meant for spooky month!#time to go back to my other wips aaa
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Canât spell âFive nights at Freddyâsâ without GAY
(Based off @/flashcs5 post)
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#william afton#henry emily#fnaf endo#sister location#freddy fazbear#pride month#fnaf 4#fredbears family diner#fnaf fanart#HAPPY PRIDE month everyone!!#this comic is so unserious but I had to redraw it at least once#HENRY FINALLY MENTIONED đĽđĽ#AND I canât believe itâs for THIS comic#Iâve been meaning to draw him for so long đ#I promise Iâll draw him in more serious comics after this#I HOPE you guys like his design fr#but this is a real conversation William and Henry had#you think this is what directly leads to them making Funtime foxy or#this is why some fnaf animatronics are trans etc#William maybe a murderer but at least heâs an ally
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to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing
#about me#long span depression episode#plus tired#plus family issues#I'm looking after myself but I do miss just being able to get the words down#writing#right now I am also ill so that sucks#but hey#got an autism diagnosis a few months back which explains so much#oh god 10k notes
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Halloween comic two weeks late bc i will never let tamadrien die
#ml#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#ohshc#ouran high school host club#ouran#tamaki suoh#undescribed#I might go back and do alt text later but I am so tired lol#PS anon who asked me to draw more tamaki and adrien stuff like months ago#sorry it took so long fjkdkdkd I will probably do more tho#mine#my art#halloween#tamadrien
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âI could listen to your laugh all dayâ
#iâve had this one stuck in my brain for like a month#anyways hi! long time no see#ngl iâve been absent here cause iâm busy#but also been just talking to friends online#very happy :3#hope you enjoy these saps ciao!#pearl houzuki#marina ida#off the hook#pearlina#splatoon fanart#my art#my style keeps changing mid paneling rip
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Here with you
+ bonus danganronpa blood version
#cw blood#do you have ANY idea hiw long I've been struggling with the colors#damn I haven't drawn any fully rendered pieces in a month#also my last year in college starts in two days#can't believe how fast the years have past#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bkdk#bakudeku#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#fanart
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